DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Too much into the unknown then; an irritating fixture they seemed to be muddling through and within far more as of late. This was just another nettle and thorn in the side of all their efforts – frustrating, vexing, peeling apart at layers and lacquer they’d always believed so secure. It only made him far more steadfast and stalwart, committed and dedicated, to the cause they’d be piercing themselves upon. “Let me know if you need anything.” Deimos wouldn’t be advancing into Torchline on these filaments, and this was likely Noah’s to solve and traipse through, but the beast could always proffer weapons, bombardments, tools for the siege if vengeance aimed to be a highlight.For now though, it was desecrating gourds. His gaze swept over to the lynx and his companion, snorting lightly at they slashed, ripped, tore their way along undergrowth, ferns, and pumpkins. He gave no way to Attuned assaults, but continued to give way in Air armaments. A few more were swept cleanly, precisely, beneath the shrine’s expanse, lifted along to brush at canopies, at boughs, at leaves, listening to them wail and holler. Then he’d let them drop, sink, plunge, and plummet, splitting open on the forest floor with aplomb and relish.
Unite and spread the heart apart
